"Great shot!"

"Beautiful!"

"Kid, are you ready to pull your pants down and jump out?"

"Exactly, didn't you say Chu Ge won't make a single shot in five minutes?"

Chu Ge scored right off the bat, drawing brightened eyes from the Tianjiao team, causing some to cheer while others booed Zhang Hao.

"Oh, running pretty fast, huh? Don't get too cocky, consider it giving you one shot. The real competition is just starting."

Despite the rough start, Zhang Hao felt quite embarrassed inside, but he feigned indifference, picking up the ball near the hoop, saying disdainfully.

Unfortunately, Chu Ge didn't even bother to respond to him, walking directly to the mid-court line where Zhang Hao was about to serve, leaving him with an unhurried silhouette, turning Zhang Hao's words into a soliloquy.

Zhang Hao's eyelids twitched. In other aspects, he might be average, but on the basketball court, no one had ever dared to ignore him like this.

Filled with rage, Zhang Hao stood at the mid-court line, preparing to humiliate Chu Ge with a flashy shot.

This time, Zhang Hao didn't rush to serve, slightly bending his body, firmly gripping the basketball, eyes fixed on Chu Ge's hands, secretly exhaling before dribbling the ball against the floor.

With a "bang," the basketball bounced back into Zhang Hao's palm, and he immediately performed a highly skilled fake move, planning to show Chu Ge what a top-tier fake looked like.

However, as soon as his wrist moved, his vision blurred, merely seeing a shadow flash by, and then his sense of the ball disappeared. Reflexively glancing down, he found the basketball had vanished from under his hand!

Stunned for a fraction of a second, Zhang Hao lifted his head, spotting Chu Ge's back again in his view, his heart skipping a beat as he sprinted off.

Sadly, even with all his might, that silhouette maintained the same distance, neither closing in nor pulling away, as he watched in vain as the silhouette leapt, flicked, and hooked the ball smoothly into the hoop again.

Only half a minute had passed, and Chu Ge had already made it two to zero against Zhang Hao.

"Bang, bang bang…"

Watching the basketball bouncing on the floor, Zhang Hao finally felt a bit embarrassed, but he still dismissed Chu Ge as merely lucky and attributed his losses to carelessness.

Picking up the ball from the ground, Zhang Hao took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset, and returned to the mid-court line. Only when he focused all his attention and felt he was in peak condition did he start dribbling the ball.

"Bang! Bang!"

Once, twice, as the ball connected with both the floor and Zhang Hao's palm, making successive sounds, he was bursting with joy, as Chu Ge had stolen the ball right after the first bounce last time, but now the ball was still under his control!

Zhang Hao himself hadn't realized that his solo match with Chu Ge had just begun, and the rising star of the provincial basketball team was already thrilled over dribbling twice. If his teammates or coach knew, they'd laugh their heads off.

Suddenly! Zhang Hao's vision blurred again, and the anticipated sensation didn't return to his palm. The ball was gone again!

How... how could this be?

Because of what happened before, though Zhang Hao still couldn't believe it, he didn't waste time looking down, instead, fixing his gaze straight ahead.

A silhouette! Still the silhouette!

Not only did he miss how Chu Ge stole the ball, but he didn't even see how Chu Ge turned.

Chase! Desperately chase!

Yet, no matter how driven Zhang Hao was, the situation mirrored before. That silhouette, neither near nor far, leapt, flicked, and hooked.

With a swish, the ball went through the net, then bounced a few times on the ground with "bang, bang bang" sounds.

Three to zero!

Blinking bewilderedly, Zhang Hao gulped, his mood finally turning heavy. If the first two shots were Chu Ge's luck and his own carelessness, what about this time?

Luck again? Careless again?

Zhang Hao's confidence began to waver.

And when he glanced at the silent Chu Ge walking toward the mid-court line, his eyes unconsciously widened, his brows furrowed, and his heart sank a few more notches.

Even though Chu Ge kept scoring, there was still no trace of pride on his face, just a nonchalant expression, as if it were all a matter of course.

No, impossible, he must be overjoyed inside; his calmness is just an act!

Shaking his head, Zhang Hao tried to shake off all the uneasy emotions in his heart, but to his astonishment, he couldn't shake off the image that lingered in his mind, that image being the back of Chu Ge.

Standing once again at the midline, Zhang Hao took several deep breaths, constantly psyching himself up, repeatedly recalling Chu Ge's moves when he stole the ball just now, pondering whether he should step out with his left foot or right foot first.

Pondering over this question, Zhang Hao's brow gradually furrowed, realizing that in this matter, normal people wouldn't even need to think about; he found it difficult to make a decision.

It wasn't until he watched Chu Ge take the basketball from his hand in surprise that he snapped back to reality.

"What are you doing? I haven't served the ball yet!"

Chu Ge glanced at Zhang Hao a few times with a look of looking at an idiot and said blandly, "You've been standing for ten seconds."

Hearing Chu Ge's indifferent voice, Zhang Hao's face flushed red. He never thought he could be lost in thought for such a long time; according to their local one-on-one basketball rules, if ten seconds pass without serving the ball, it's the opponent's turn to serve.

Watching Chu Ge stand in the position he had just stood in, Zhang Hao felt a sense of secret joy in his heart. He finally didn't have to face that overwhelming pressure or think about whether to step with his left foot or right foot first. Finally, it was his turn to steal the basketball from Chu Ge's hand.

However, just as Zhang Hao felt secretly happy, Chu Ge had already dribbled and run away. By the time he snapped out of it, pounding his chest and stomping his feet, he could only face Chu Ge's back again as he scored.

The same scenario repeated once more. Chu Ge's ordinary three-step layup, jump, wrist shake, hook shot, and the basketball went into the hoop with the same rhythm as every previous time, "bang, bang bang" as it hit the ground.

Time ticked away, second by second, as Chu Ge's score continually changed, while Zhang Hao's score remained very stable, always holding at zero.

If a single word could describe Chu Ge's movement, it would be fast; two words, very fast; three words, super fast!

Every time Chu Ge held the ball, Zhang Hao hadn't even reacted yet before Chu Ge went past him. No matter how hard he tried to chase, he could only watch Chu Ge's back and the basketball falling into the hoop.

And every time Zhang Hao held the ball, he couldn't even take three steps before Chu Ge intercepted it. Then he could only watch as Chu Ge scored again and again.

As Chu Ge's points increased, the cheers and applause for him on the sidelines grew louder and louder. Of course, there were also the increasingly strong boos directed at Zhang Hao.

From the perspective of those on Tianjiao's side, Zhang Hao seemed like a total failure. Chu Ge didn't even make any particularly technical moves, yet he demolished Zhang Hao, who fell apart like scattering flowers. They couldn't comprehend where Zhang Hao had mustered the courage to brag earlier.

Of course, their vision wasn't sufficient to see that it wasn't Zhang Hao being weak, but rather Chu Ge being too strong.

Even Peng Xianggang couldn't discern much, just feeling like Zhang Hao had completely lost his composure and didn't know how to play anymore, seemingly delivering the basketball to Chu Ge over and over.

Of course, while it looked like that, Peng Xianggang absolutely didn't believe Zhang Hao was doing it on purpose.

That could only prove one point: Chu Ge had seen through all of Zhang Hao's moves, able to intercept the basketball each time through anticipation, and then score with a speed Zhang Hao couldn't match.

The more he watched, the more shocked Peng Xianggang felt in his heart, utterly impressed by Chu Ge's predictive abilities.

Meanwhile, Zhang Hao grew more anxious the more he played, a strong sense of powerlessness welling up from his heart. It felt like when facing Chu Ge, he completely lost all his prideful basketball skills, utterly at a loss, not even knowing how to dribble anymore.

Amid the chaotic noise made up of cheers for Chu Ge and boos for himself, Zhang Hao didn't know how many times he stood at the midline again.

Zhang Hao felt his mind had never been this chaotic, with his ears and brain buzzing, and the world before him seemed twisted, spinning, becoming blurry and unclear.

Then, it was as if something flowed into his eyes, making the view before him even blurrier.

He instinctively rubbed his eyes, feeling a cold, damp sensation on his fingers, only then realizing that at some point, his forehead was completely covered in cold sweat.

From where would he come to steal the ball? How should I defend? Step left foot or right foot first? No, I can't hesitate any longer; otherwise, it will exceed ten seconds again. Time must be nearing five minutes, right?

The dizziness in his head grew stronger, and Zhang Hao felt as if everyone on the sidelines was mocking him, causing his hands to tremble instinctively.

Zhang Hao bit his lip hard, and under the effect of pain, the dizzy feeling finally faded a lot, and what excited him even more was that this time, Chu Ge didn't manage to steal the basketball from him!

Zhang Hao, ecstatic, began to charge toward the basket with all his might. This time, he finally didn't have to watch Chu Ge's back!

Swish, the basketball went in, marking the first time in this match that he scored a basket.

However, there was no cheering, no applause, and everyone looked at him with eyes that assessed him like an idiot.

Watching the bewildered Zhang Hao, Peng Xianggang couldn't help but shake his head in pity, fearing that this provincial star newcomer, Zhang Hao's basketball career might end here.

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